Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.